Wicked Jester
Suit Gangs Infamous Jester
Yuna Yelil
"Oh...Right." She replied after he had finished explaining his reasons why he couldn't quit this job of his. The small pout that had found its way onto her face earlier had returned "Well that's hardly fair..." She said, crossing her arms. She didn't agree with that rule in the slightest. "In fact, Its pretty stupid. I mean, what if you get sick or badly injured or something like that? Is the credibility stuff really that important?" She asked as her eyes drifted over to view his face "I don't think a job is worth it if you have to throw who you are to one side for years at a time, going that long with no hobbies, no friends and stuff and when you get a taste of them again, you are snatched away for work again. No matter how much someone paid me I wouldn't throw those things away... and a job like that you eventually forget who you are..." She said as she looked away from him again, her words sounded like she knew what she was talking about. Because she pretty much did, every time a family member or friend had joined the 'family business' it seemed to happen, or at least she had noticed.
She had began inspecting the piece of grass that she had lifted for her fake mustache before hand, soon flicking it away. "That's just my opinion though, you don't have to agree with it." She had said in a quieter tone as she shrugged a little, her gaze drifting up to the sky above her, waiting for him to most likely disagree with her opinion on the matter, just like anyone else she had spilled her thoughts to on this matter before back home.
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C4 blinked, he agreed with most things she had said, but not everything and in general there was one side of thing's she hadn't addressed. "ya, you're pretty much right, but you're also fairly wrong. My job is the only thing I'm good at. I doubt I could find any other job in this world. So lets say I do take some time off, make friends, live a normal life, have hobbies etc. What do I do once the money runs out? as I said I dont have any other skills. So what, I just drop this entire life I've built for my self and leave after all that time? that would be far more painful then just never leaving the job. so while you're right, my job is horrible, but for me, leading a regular life would only result in more pain."
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